"So, what's the plan now?", the slickly-dressed bat asks as the pair pass back through the doors into the main building. "Don't tell me you're going to do something stupid with that."
Alexander, on the other hand, came back after him, changed. Gauntlets now adorn his hands, a long, metallic sheath taking up residence against his other hip, a gripped hilt hanging free in the air in contrast to the original, now empty one of hide. The buck glances off into the distance at the other man's comment, sighing in irritation at the jab. "Look, you've done what you came here to do. Aren't there other things you have to do today?"
The bat simply breaks into a laugh, turning in a sweeping gesture, sending his coat billowing even as wings tuck in, arms extended out to the buck. "Hey, maybe I want to stick around a bit, get to know the folks. Come on, you can't tell me you haven't been making any friends since you got here."